Back in the 1960s: The Struggle of the Pampered Wife

931-940

Chapter 931 Make up your mind 4

There are limited rooms in the cowshed. The two teachers from the brigade and several scholars from Huaihai City live in a Datong shop, Wen Yue and Aunt Xu live in a separate room, and the rest is Father Lu and the elderly from the capital. one.

Therefore, when Feng Qingxue asked Wen Ruyu for advice, all the elderly people from the capital except Wen Yue were present, and Lu's father was naturally there, and Lu Jiang came over with his daughter and his wife together.

Hearing Wen Ruyu's words, Huang Qinghong, who had been silent, raised her head and whispered, "It's been burning for a long time!"

What followed was a long sigh from the old man, full of tears.

"Isn't it the same in our family? All the books, calligraphy and paintings I have collected are piled up in the yard and burned to ashes!" Jin Ruochu followed, "They also pressed my head and pressed it on the ground to ask me if I would accept it. In addition to persuading me, I can say What? Serving, serving, serving, serving them bastards! I have more than 200 catties of paintings in my collection alone! If they were to take them away, it would be good for them to fill their own pockets or go to the junkyard. At least there is a glimmer of hope. , survived in the world, but they were all burned, burned, burned to the ground!"

Zhu Ling sighed: "Who said no? But what can we do? It's just a fluke to save an old life."

He and his wife are engaged in translation business and are also writers. Their collections of domestic and foreign famous books were also burned. Not only that, they were also abused and beaten, and they were almost killed. If it wasn't for their better relationship with Wen Ruyu and Jin Ruochu, and they were quickly brought here by Cui Shaoyuan, they would have committed suicide long ago.

Jin Ruochu stomped his feet, "I don't understand, what does the revolution have to do with our academia? It came so suddenly, so fast, and I didn't have any psychological preparation. It's over, just give me some time to hide the books, calligraphy and paintings! "

Huang Qinghong burst into laughter, "If you have time, do you think you will do this? I will too. What a pity!"

"Oh, yes, Mr. Huang..."

Huang Qinghong interrupted Feng Qingxue, "You worship Lao Wen as your teacher, call me uncle!"

Feng Qingxue immediately changed her mind, "Uncle Huang, do you know Mr. Huang Qingbai? I met him at the waste collection station. I didn't tell him you were here without your consent."

Huang Qinghong patted his forehead, "Oh, yes, Xiao Songshu works at the Huaihai Cultural Relics Bureau."

After thinking for a while, Huang Qinghong sighed: "Tell him if you have a chance, let him not worry about me, do his own thing, be careful, and don't let people find out. These days, those who are devoted to cultural research have no good end. ."

Feng Qingxue was heartbroken when she heard this. She came home from the cowshed. After her daughter fell asleep, she suddenly looked at Lu Jiang with bright eyes.

How could Lu Jiang not understand his wife's thoughts? After pondering for a moment, he said: "Take advantage of these few months of vacation, do whatever you want. Anyway, the child is taken care of, but you are not allowed to act alone!"

"Thank you A Jiang, thank you for your indulgence to me!"

"Fool, I am your husband, of course I want to satisfy any wishes you have. Moreover, you do these things not for your own selfishness, but for the sake of the elders in your family and to save the cultural heritage of our country, which in the end still does not belong to us. Yes." Lu Jiang flicked her nose, "All I can do is accompany you."